Regina POV
DRIP! DRIP! DRIP!
The sound of the rain dripping outside is the only sound I have heard for the last few hours. Ever since the rain stopped there been that insistent dripping which is doing my head in.
I have been down here in the dungeons for what feels like forever. My father has disowned me and refuses to help me out, Matthew hasn’t even been down to see me. The only interaction I have is with the guards, and they just pass my food through the door. Even my wolf has left me. She blocked me the minute I drugged Ava and wouldn’t even help me when Matthew dragged me down to the basement.
I cannot believe that Matthew has just turned his back on me also. The whole pack apparently want my death to be drawn out and public, but I don’t understand why they hate me. All I did was
